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(What?) |
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The Paper Chase |
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(What?) |
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Yo |
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Watch your back, man |
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Because you never ever know where they're at |
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Paper Chase |
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Watch your back |
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Because you never ever know where they're at |
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[VERSE 1: J. Sands] |
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For me it's kind of easy when I say these words |
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You deserve what you get and you get what you deserve |
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At any point in time any thing can occurr |
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Cause you never know what he said or she said to her |
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Cause it's all behind your back before you even know the facts |
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Reading you like the constellations of the zodiacs |
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Man, your people do, but when you come through |
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They don't be claimin you say they gamin you |
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Cause the revenue grew |
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Free treats, free pay-per-view should be a clue |
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That the party's over here, throw your hands in the air |
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See, that's when they try to get you |
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Schemin so they can hit you |
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Ski mask in the shadows, creepin to catch you sleepin |
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That out of town stay for the weekend, cats peepin |
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Jealous eyes conspire for your demise |
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Realize that once a man is given a chance, he tries |
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[CHORUS: J. Sands] |
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Words from the wise, yo, you analyze that |
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Then you'll see all them cats aimin knives at your back |
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Smilin in your face once you step up in the place |
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Everybody's lined up to race for the paper chase |
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The snakes, the fakes, they do whatever it takes |
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[VERSE 2: J. Sands] |
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Aiyo, 'how many of us have them?' How many? |
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When things get real, kid, you're lucky to have any |
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Cause everybody's strugglin to find that extra penny |
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Only a few succeed, so the rest be like 'gimme!' |
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That's why I only roam with my son |
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You take the l out of 'Lone', you'll be left with 'one' |
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Catalyst, the sole controller and the strategist in fact |
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So if you're schemin on my mullah, don't let the kindness fool ya |
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Cause it can be peace but even a peace must cease |
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Like when I saw my man grabbin bills out my fleece |
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Now I'm lookin at my man with my wallet in his hand |
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Yo, I couldn't understand cause we supposed to be fam |
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Now what do I do? Slice him like a honey baked ham? |
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Or stay calm under pressure, be greater than the lesser |
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When lookin at this cat when his paw's on my treasure? |
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Shoulda known better, everybody racin for cheddar |
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That's why I'm tellin you, you can never say never |
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[CHORUS] |
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Words from the wise, yo, you analyze that |
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Then you'll see all them cats aimin knives at your back |
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Smilin in your face once you step up in the place |
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Everybody's lined up to race for the paper chase |
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The snakes, the fakes, they do whatever it takes |
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Aiyo, that's wack when them cats be aimin knives at your back |
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Smilin in your face once you step up in the place |
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Everybody's lined up to race for the paper chase |
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The snakes, the fakes, they do whatever it takes |
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[VERSE 3: J. Sands] |
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Aiyo, they run up in your place, fatigues and masked face |
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While you're at the table with your family saying your grace |
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In this paper chase this shit can get as high as the stakes |
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Tied up on the living room floor with ductape |
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Can't trust snakes, they slither and slide |
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???? open wide with all eyes on the prize |
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Scopin just hopin one day they can get you for your tokens |
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Even chickens be flippin, mixin Mickey's in your potion |
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Start provokin like when you come home your safe is broken |
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Lockpit, like who you brought home, a locksmith |
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Black glove, no fingerprints ???? |
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Professional with the nail file |
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Got your jewels, this shit is too wild |
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While you're sittin in court waitin ???? blue trial |
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Out of state with all your cake, what can you do? |
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Better keep a sharper eye on niggas close to you |
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[CHORUS] |
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And that's word from the wise, yo, you analyze that |
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Then you see all them cats aimin knives at your back |
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Smilin in your face once you step up in the place |
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Everybody's lined up to race for the paper chase |
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The snakes, the fakes, they do whatever it takes |
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Aiyo, that's wack when them cats be aimin knives at your back |
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When you step up in the placece |
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Everybody's lined up to race for the paper chase |
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So watch your back, cousin |
